Depression my Lover; Anxiety my Roommate

rgba (55)in #writing • 7 years ago (edited)

Hello Steem community,

Every week I'll be sharing content some of my friends have created. Today, I want to share with you a poem from my best friend, Sarah.

She is a very talented artist, writer, and singer. I will be posting a lot of her work, with her permission, in the future.

Sarah uses her talents to express her emotions and troubles, as she has done with this poem.

Depression my lover and Anxiety my roommate

You hold me close, tight against your side. When I am with you nothing in the world could ever touch me. Even tighter you embrace me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear like a lover. Your kisses I feel, softer than rain on the window, in the form of twin trails of tears leaking from my eyes. But it's okay, I brush them away easily.

It's a Friday night. I've not made plans but I want to go out. You grab me, yank me back and tell me rather we're staying in. Binge watch that new Netflix show we found, not even leaving bed when hunger Gnaws at my belly impatiently. Texts from friends go ignored.

I've got to get up, for class, for work, for social obligations. But you look pleadingly at me and I find myself drawn back into the warm embrace of my covers, you arms around me. So needy I think to myself. This isn't okay I have things to do. But I don't. And I make excuses why they aren't done.

The rare occasion I do make plans anxiety clings to me like a nervous child. "Are you sure it's okay if we come?" "Are you sure they meant to invite us?" Even though I know both questions warrant a yes still I pause. Do I know for sure? Hesitantancy creeps into my actions, knocking when I know I can come in, a shake to my voice when I speak. Am I wanted here? I think probably not. And suddenly anxiety is speaking for me, chiming up when I did not give it permission to. Who said this was okay?! Who let you into my life?! I don't know.